Not My Problem

Jun 26, 2006 09:08

So I'm in the kitchen making my coconut cake for my mom when I get this frantic phone call from Erin, Amanda, and Melissa (I think I was on speakerphone). "Katie wants the hutch and blah blah blah!!!" For some reason Alicia didn't want to tell Katie that the hutch she left in the apartment was no longer there and she and her parents were going to pick it up from E&A's to take it back to PL where Katie and her parents would retrieve the stupid thing. Or at least that's what I understood. Anyway, Erin was calling to validate her reasons for keeping the stupid hutch and I was just a wall for her to bounce ideas. I think I may have uttered one sentence through the whole conversation ("I don't know; do what you think is the best option").

I got another call yesterday with yet another validation from Erin and I was only half listening because I really didn't care. I just wanted to eat my vanilla yogurt and peaches. I mean, is that really wrong of me to not care so much that I just say, "Yeah, sure, you can say I said that." What am I supposed to do? Catch the next plane to Orlando to fix the situation? Nope. Not a chance. So, Alicia, if you happen to log on to livejournal and read this, I hope you aren't angry with me because at this point I really just don't care about that stupid hutch and for all I care, Erin can talk with Katie personally and work this stuff out. I d-o n-o-t c-a-r-e.

Anyway, that's all in the mundane news world. Ciao.
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